| I wonder who’s coming out today
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| To play in sheltered shopping centres
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| Sitting around the stagnant fountain
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| Counting pennies eating peanuts
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| Brown paper, babies and check out girls
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| In uniform and furniture boys
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| Who we used to know don’t say hello
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| But that’s okay that’s okay
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| 'Cause when the sun comes down
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| And you come home
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| We’ll have two weeks all alone
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| Before you have to go back to school
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| Which ruins everything
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| Wednesday Jones is growing up
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| And if she goes I’ll never catch her
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| On the petrol station forecourt
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| All thumbs and old suede jacket
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| Catch the bus back to the house
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| The front room’s ours and we can stay there
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| Stared out the window for an hour
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| Until I too went away went away
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| 'Cause when the sun comes down
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| And we’re apart
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| Another one must claim my heart
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| And Wednesday Jones and I won’t be
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| Each others lover |